Martin Variety in American Comics

"Death goes with me!"

Martin whispered this, and the light in the room disappeared instantly, and the shadow began to expand outward.

The big bed surrounded by Martin and Morpheus fell on a calm pool of water, causing ripples that continued to spread outward.

Morpheus felt the power of death, and his body flashed, instantly presenting countless appearances of countless races, and was finally controlled by him into a human form, casting a surprised look at Martin.

"Although death has blessed many people, no one has ever been able to control the power of death as skillfully as you."

Martin shook his head gently: "It's just the tip of the iceberg. The power of death is all over, and my small body can't support it. So I cut off those complex powers and only kept a part."

"This is much more difficult than controlling."

Morpheus found that he still underestimated this mysterious human: "Death is the most special one among us, and her power is not so easy to control."

Even members of the Endless Family will be sent away by death in the end, and no one can escape this final end.

Martin waved his hand gently and pointed forward. A bright silver moon rose in the boundless black beach, shedding holy moonlight without any difference, illuminating the dead who were heading to the end of death.

Those who were heading to death were not just humans, but also many other races, heading to the end in an illusory form.

Martin created this round moon simply because he did not like completely dark places.

As for death itself, it can be in any form.

He did not pay attention to the dead. Excessive attention would make the joys, sorrows, anger and happiness of the dead reflected in his soul.

"It's time to go!"

Martin waved his hand, and the woman's weak body completely collapsed. Her soul floated out and stared at Martin and Morpheus blankly.

"Where am I going?"

"I have never died, so I can't answer your question."

Martin shrugged his shoulders and answered truthfully.

He had mastered a power of death, but it did not mean that he had a complete understanding of death, nor was he willing to study it now.

"You brought me to this place, how could you not know?"

"Will I go to heaven or hell? Or will I reincarnate like Buddhism?"

Moody's mouth became faster and faster, spitting out like a machine gun.

"I know you are very scared now, but I really can't answer you this question."

Martin didn't know how death comforted the dead, but his attitude was to let the other party face a certain reality.

Is there anything more tragic than dying and not having the courage to face reality?

"Do you think you have lived a happy life?"

Moody was stunned for a moment and shook his head.

She was not old, only about 20 years old. Her family was not rich, but not poor.

Like all British students, she went to college step by step, found a job that could support herself, and lived a boring life.

It was not easy to meet Constantine, a bad man, and thought this was a chance to change her life, but she didn't expect to lose her life.

Recalling his life, Moody shook his head slowly:

"My life couldn't be worse!"

"If that's the case, why do you still fantasize about reincarnation? Haven't you suffered enough in your life? Do you want to do it again?"

Martin said with a hint of sarcasm.

The woman said angrily: "Why do you judge like that? Maybe I will be born into a wealthy family in my next life?"

"Haha!"

Martin had two words to describe such fantasies: disdain.

"If I live again in such a world, I would rather commit suicide."

"Okay, the time for arguing is over! Face your fate, that moon is pretty good."

Moody turned his head to look at the scene of a half moon sinking in the dark beach, turned his head back and said embarrassedly:

"Maybe?"

"No maybe."

Martin suddenly became stern: "Since you died because of the sandbag, I advised you a few more words, hoping that you can remember the state of happiness to face the final ending. But if you are greedy, the scene will become a little ugly."

Moody was obsessed with Constantine, and his values ​​were naturally different from those of mainstream society. Martin was also tough, so she became tough too.

"I ended up like this because of your magic weapon. You must be responsible for this and compensate me for my losses. I want to see John, I want..."

"Although the sandbag can weave beautiful dreams, it is not addictive. The reason why you ended up like this is entirely because you can't get rid of your obsession with Constantine."

Morpheus presented facts and reasoned. He did not deny his mistakes, but he would never accept such blackmail.

"Is it wrong for me to love someone?"

Moody shouted loudly, as if he wanted to gain some advantage with the volume, but on the empty Hades Beach, no sound could be widely spread.

"It's not wrong to love someone, but if you love the wrong person, there's nothing you can do."

Martin reached out and grabbed, and the huge silver moon that illuminated the Hades Beach began to dim, and the holy light began to gradually disappear.

"Constantine is an excellent magician, which is his only advantage. Apart from these, he is a coward who has been escaping all his life, deliberately using one thing after another to cover up the origin of his life tragedy.

You projected fantasies on such a man, and it may be a bit too much to use the word "deserve it" to fall to this point. But it is absolutely okay to say that it is justified."

"Let's go, don't keep making trouble and consume my sense of responsibility for you, which is not much."

Martin withdrew his power, and the Hades Beach became dim again, and darkness filled the surroundings.

The dead who had accepted death were not affected, but Moody became terrified.

"Well, I don't want to reach the end in the darkness where there is nothing."

The stubborn woman looked at the moon getting smaller and smaller, and finally bowed her head.

She looked at her body reluctantly and began to walk towards the end, but before that she cursed the two ruthless men:

"No matter who you are, you can't understand the feelings between John and me. People like you will never find their true love in their lifetime!"

Morpheus remained silent. He didn't need love between men and women, and he didn't bother to care about the impotent rage of a mortal before his death.

Martin laughed and counterattacked: "Then I will disappoint you. Not only do I have a girlfriend, but we are still in a good relationship."

"Pah!"

Moody expressed his feelings at the moment with the most primitive actions, and then walked to the end under the last ray of moonlight and disappeared into the darkness.

"It's not easy. My admiration for death has increased a lot."

Martin sighed, then snapped his fingers, and everything in the Hades Beach began to dissipate.

In a few seconds, Martin and Morpheus returned to the small apartment in London. Nothing changed, only the person on the bed went to death forever.

"Although I hate the relationship between this woman and Constantine, I still feel sad for his family."

Martin called the police and asked them to deal with the body, then walked out of the room.

Morpheus would not be interested in a cold body. He followed Martin and talked about the topic of death just now.

"I am surprised that people like you would not pursue a longer life?"

"I am not surprised that you would ask me this."

Martin was not afraid of the topic of death, and said with a smile: "In fact, I am just an ordinary person, and my life span is no more than a hundred years. Daily transformation will give me more experience, but it will not let me live forever. Whenever I talk about this, almost every friend will be surprised by it."

"The reason why people are human is to fight for the overall destiny of mankind and to heal the scars that the universe itself cannot solve.

But the reason why most people want to live longer is just to occupy more wealth and enjoy more young bodies."

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At this point, Martin felt a little physically uncomfortable: "I would rather live only a hundred years, and then leave this world happily surrounded by my friends and descendants."

Morpheus' eyes flickered: "Few humans think like you."

Martin stretched out his right index finger and shook it gently: "You are wrong, no one doesn't want to live like this. It's just that the current situation is suffocating them and they can't think about the long-term future."

"But humans will eventually develop into a more civilized society, otherwise they can't be called humans, and they can only keep spinning in the process of evolving from beasts to humans."

Morpheus agreed with Martin's view. He could control the dreams of the multiverse and had seen too many races spinning in the process and eventually perishing.

"I sincerely hope that your group can have a better future. So do I."

Morpheus wanted to discuss more details with Martin, but he seemed to have seen something, frowned, and his face drooped directly.

"I don't know when there will be more people like you, but I know there is someone who is the opposite of you."

Martin followed Morpheus's gaze and looked behind him, and saw Constantine, with magic runes all over his body, rushing over with Hoof Shadow.

"Hoof Shadow!"

Martin shouted, and the angry Iron Horse instantly put away all weapons and walked behind him obediently.

"You, the two of you, I..."

Constantine was very tired, and his weakness was the purely material technological creation of Hoof Shadow.

His tricks, his cleverness, and his advantages were completely useless in front of the Iron Horse, and he could only use magic to fight head-on.

But Constantine didn't do this often.

What's more, Hoof Shadow was a combat robot.

Martin looked at his bruised face and shook his head gently: "The child inside is gone. Although she was a little angry before she died, she did not suffer any pain."

"You could have saved her. You have the power of death."

Constantine was beaten bruised, but the resentment in his eyes was still clearly directed at Martin.

Martin only felt absurd and ridiculous: "If I control the power of death and want to resurrect people at will, then it won't be the turn of the girl inside."

"Besides, the girl inside was killed by you, what does it have to do with me.

I am a kind person. If you can't get over the guilt in your heart and must find someone to vent, I don't mind you finding me."

"Let's go!"

Martin waved to Murphys and didn't intend to tangle with Constantine.

They still had two magic weapons to find, so they had to hurry up.

Martin and Murphys were going to leave, and Constantine certainly couldn't stop them, he couldn't even slow them down.

He really wanted to and really threw a bunch of spells, colorful and of all kinds, but they disappeared instantly around Martin and Murphys.

"Do you still have a conscience? A young girl just passed away, and you are so indifferent?"

Constantine habitually talked nonsense.

Martin didn't even look back: "Whether I have a conscience is secondary, the key is whether you have one. If you feel guilty about the girl inside, you shouldn't chase me now, but go to deal with his aftermath."

When Martin said this, Constantine was like a deflated ball. After hesitating again and again, he still walked into the room.

...

"You should kill Constantine. People like that will only cause you more trouble in the future."

Morpheus didn't walk a few steps before telling Martin his advice.

Martin shook his head: "That guy will kill himself sooner or later, although according to the laws of human society, he should have been shot for what he did."

"But in view of the fact that more disasters will break out in the multiverse next, I'm still going to keep him as a shield."

"Don't be soft-hearted, my friend! I shouldn't have been to that nightmare, otherwise it wouldn't have caused such great damage."

Morpheus was obsessed with being imprisoned. His own injury was a key point, and more importantly, the collapse of the dream caused the disappearance of countless lives.

"You're worrying too much. I'm not a saint. Many people have died in my hands."

Martin didn't have a specific plan for Constantine, but he rarely made this mistake.

And he still had the Justice League to back him up!

"There are still helmets and gems left. I suggest that we split up and speed up the search."

Martin looked at the time. It was past noon, and it was still unclear how fast time flowed in hell and the human world.

The Justice League's investigation of the old furnace and the escaped wife was not going well, but the investigation of Nightmare Collins was going well.

Because that pervert never concealed the scene and traces of his murder.

Morpheus said seriously: "If we want to go to hell, then we can't separate. Lucifer is not the old gods you know. He has half the power of the Infinite. Even my brothers and sisters must be extremely vigilant when facing her."

Martin was stunned. He didn't expect the test to have anything to do with Lucifer. Then he remembered that Morpheus had been imprisoned for a hundred years.

"Oh, I forgot. Lucifer is no longer in hell. He is now in the human world."

"Speaking of which, we can go meet him first. Maybe we can get information about both parties in the transaction in exchange for your helmet."

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